A SOAP WITH WOLFY
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Thread Topic: A SOAP WITH WOLFY
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can you start pls x3
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It was impossible to get a good story these days.
Sure, good stories weren't exactly the same, either. Once, a report on the school science fair was enough to get a place in his elementary school's monthly newsletter. An investigation on the quality of snacks in the vending machines was plenty to get him a spot in his high school's weekly review. But college was so, so much different. Students were putting together information from abroad, then sending it back. Others were able to report back on plans for the university's future, both near and far, far ahead. Then again, it was probably just as much his confidence as his content (or lack thereof). What Hawthorne really needed was something to make people listen, something that no one knew they needed to hear until it was available. As far as he could tell, his report on a new restaurant on the other side of the city wasn't the subject he needed to get attention.
As he walked back to the bus stop, he found himself absorbed by his thoughts, wondering what to do next. -
thank you sel :')
A bird squawked from the roof of the nearest building, its feathers fluffing up in distress at the sudden noise. It peered on as a man pounded around the well kept yet foreboding alleyway, throwing his fists at the various trash cans and kicking at the wired fence surrounding the area. Bentley, as his name was, panted in exhilaration at the idea of himself causing so much damage. His blood was pumping with adrenaline taking over. The reason for his mini rampage was an idiotic one, only being because of his own self thinking too much into the past. Once he realized how stupid he was being, he slumped against the fence, settling himself near one of the trashcans. His breath letting out in short, shakey puffs, he leaned back. The bird squawked once more, taking flight into the sky in order to remove itself from watching such a sight. Bentley, in one last action, elbowed at the can, shaking his head vigorously. -
He paused, hearing a commotion from... somewhere. It didn't take him long to realize that it was the alleyway he'd just walked past, so he took a few steps back and peered into the darkness. "Hello?" he called out, his voice high in comparison to the recently-ceased ruckus. He paused, not really wanting to go back and take a look. Then again... that was what journalists did. They didn't wait for stories to come to them, safe and secure; they chased whatever information possible! Hawthorne had to go after it now.
Retrieving his phone from his pocket to use as a flashlight, the boy slowly headed down the alley, his phone pouring light on fairly large areas. So far, there was nothing of interest. Before he knew it, he was at a dead end. Equal parts disappointed and relieved, he turned to head back out to the street. -
here i am dun dun
Though the episode may have seemed to be over, there was still a ticking going on and on and on in the back of his head. He took a deep breath, a flinch going off in his arm for some reason. For some odd reason, the flinch set off another bout of upset, and so he let out a grunt spewing with frustration. His fist pounded against the can once more as he came to a sudden stand. His hair was in need of some care, and he decided to run his fingers through it a few times. His body turned in order to head back in the way that he came had come, aware that his car was nearby. He had run to the alley from a nearby shop, coming to alley in order to let out his built up emotions.
Now that he was standing and focused, he could notice another person in the alley, but they appeared to be heading out. He titled his head, perplexed at the presence of the other human being. He rubbed at his shoulder, first in embarrassment, and then, directly after, in annoyance. It seemed as though everywhere he went, there was always someone to catch him. -
(i'm giving him glasses)
He paused, hearing something from the alley again. Nervously, he turned to face it, figuring that could prevent him from being ambushed on his way out. His phone wasn't bright enough to see all the way, though, so he was left to use his poor night vision. "Hello?" he called again. "I-if someone's there, you really don't want toaaaah!" His voice, already fairly high, went up slightly as he tripped over some debris that he'd forgotten was there. His phone fell out of his hands and he scrambled to grab it before standing back up. -
(beautiful, i just don't want to drug the kid if that's okay xD)
He first jumped in shock at the sudden sound of a voice. His fury bubbled at the bottom of his stomach once more but it would soon be replaced by a sense of craze. Bentley took several steps towards the other person, asking politely in a fake voice, "Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" He had always used this particular voice when he knew he should be acting as though he wasn't the bitter, damaged person that he was. "Sorry for all that banging around. I've been a little on edge lately." The nonchalant way in which he was speaking wasn't exactly chilling, but it was more in the way that a person should be wary. -
(you can drug him if you'd like. also just so you know it probably won't be full stockholm syndrome)
"I'm fine. R-really. Please don't come any closer, no offense. I'll b-be on my way, sorry for... interrupting." He continued to back up, tripping once again. This time, his glasses flew back off of his face and into the darkness. He searched for them with increasing urgency, terrified of the approaching man. -
(that's perfectly fine with me, story will be cooler B) id drug him but idk how that would work o_o)
"Hey, hey. Calm down. I don't bite." He rushed towards him once he saw the male fall to the ground once more. This was where he was capable of examining the other and taking his features in. "Really. Are you alright? Both of those falls looked pretty bad." His eyes went soft, but it was all, of course, a show put on by himself. The one thing he had usually been able to do was disguise who he really was when it mattered. -
(idk either?? probably more to subdue him than to actually get him somewhere)
"I said, I'm fine. Please don't come any closer. I don't need your help." Except, maybe he wasn't? Hawthorne had no clue where his glasses were, and the fact that the threat was coming closer every second only made him panic more. He found them eventually, but discovered that they were bent at an angle that prevented wearing them. He held them to his face as he stood again, this time turning and breaking into a sprint around the corner and down the street. -
(welp i'll pretend my guy just carries around sleep inducing drugs xD)
At first, his feet felt stuck to the floor as though he was going to stay where he was. A quick idea crossed his mind and that was the moment in which he took off in hot pursuit of the other male. He had wondered what about himself was so intimidating and he grunted heavily, remembering that he didn't exactly care. He knew he was an a--hole. He had to determine which turn to make by listening in for the pounding of another pair of feet. Once he was capable of pointing this out, he was off as fast as a racehorse on steroids. The adrenaline had begun to rush around and he was quicker than he ever was. -
(who doesn't tbh)
Hawthorne was already fairly slow. The boy had never been a fast runner, even though his size suggested otherwise. It didn't help that he was slightly asthmatic, though not enough to carry around an inhaler. He collapsed after a few blocks, coughing horribly. He tried to keep quiet and find somewhere to hide from the other, aware that he was in pursuit. He took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and regain normal breathing.
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